Kotik

The first time I met Vitali Konstantinov, he broke a man's hand for groping me on the bus.

That should have been my warning.

My name is Katya Petrovna. Once, I was a girl who imagined a better life while navigating 1990s post-Soviet Russia ruled by political corruption and organized crime.

Then I met Vitali.

Vitali was supposed to be a stranger I never saw again. Then came the roses, the gifts, and the expensive dinners in a world where those things didn’t exist.

He fell first. I fell harder.

But there are things Vitali does that I was never meant to know about. And once you know why no one tells Vitali Konstantinov 'no,' you understand that there was never a choice at all.

Not for me. Not for my family.

I went from an office desk to my fingers wrapped around a Makarov pressed against a man’s throat. From cabbage pirogi to caviar and fur coats.
To wearing his collar made of pure gold.

My name is Katya Petrovna.

He was my best decision. He could be my last.

Tropes:

Dark Mafia Romance / Bratva / Organized Crime
Slow Burn
Obsessive / Possessive MMC
Morally Gray MMC
He Falls First
Good Girl / Bad Boy
Secret Identity
Stalking
Touch Her and Die
Who Did This to You
Hurt / Comfort
Found Family
1990s Post-Soviet Russia Setting

Contains dark and disturbing themes, violence, dubious situations, and mature content throughout. Please protect your mental health and check your comfort level before reading.